pixenomorphy #6

(...) the X-File being,

Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan

with Isabella Rossellini lips (...)

HFS indeed.

Telling Truth, Telling Lies, I Used To Have a Friend

I say it means a lot.

Facts are, the General's first post placed a ticking bomb into my subconscious  and the four trunkbumper's "No Hero" has been randomly popping up again and again on my playlist in the last two weeks. I couldn't help it; this is a topic I usually try to avoid at all costs, but here we go, with a complete post, thought-out, written down, waiting to be published.

24 / 1 / 06

Miért mindig az ártatlanok szenvednek? - tettem fel magamban e kérdést többször is a nap folyamán. Válasz természetesen nem érkezett, így inkább másként fogalmaztam meg a problémát. Miért nem szenvednek sohasem a bűnösök?

Perspectives, personalities and moral codes change, but some of your questions will never go away.

(Click here to ruin this reflective moment.)

A.F.O.G.

Rewatched Prometheus the other day. Like most Ridley movies, it was a good deal more enjoyable the second time around and - did you notice how friggin' ripped Noomi Rapace looks in it? Among all the Giger-esque body horror it's not hard to overlook the great deal of physical training that woman went through for the role, but if you stop and look for a moment, or maybe compare Dr. Shaw with the original Lisbeth Salander, whoa.

Weyland Corporation - Building Better Muscles

It's kind of funny how hard they try putting Charlize Theron into this powerful, dominating, basically bully character, while it's pretty clear that Noomi could take Her Skinniness out without much effort. Still, both of them could kick my ass, if it came to that, and realizing this I felt compelled to buy a pair of dumbbels and start working out properly, or at least the way I did back then, during those brighter days.

So dear Prometheus crew, thanks a lot for inspiring me, and be blessed by His Bald Retocnness' holy touch or whatever. I'm off to drink some diet black goo.